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And they say we ain't hip-hop
Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac
Get your shit rocked
Smoke you like my pipe do
Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)

If greatness was

took the Faygo Firework and
Hit it with a eight
Triple S broke her neck but
This cock broke her back
I be riding through the city with
The Glock on my

was so foul
Let him touch my chain, Yung Joc
It's gon' go down have a showdown
She eat me and she throw down
I can tell just by the way she
Walk that

When I was 8, I was on crack
I had Ms. Powertrain on her back
Fuckin' after school every day
I turned that old bitch's neden hair gray
'Cause 2 Dope is

The X (Y'all Know the Name) [D- Prosper Remix]

Xzibit

Built From Scratch [Bonus Tracks]

2002

flow
Shit we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what)
why y'all could crap if why y'all was doing that shit with eight fingers
Come on black, we

Title: Hustle Wont Stop
Written by: LE

Hook:

2X : As long as I’m breathing know the hustle won’t stooo-oop
we keep grind’n even though we

Better if u block Ur block I'mma knock 
Fuk the props! Matter fact Fuk the Ops
Turn up the block, don't be alarmed if I flock
Fuk an 8th ByTch I want

grams
Everything stained glass, I'm tearing through the city snatching bitches
Ducking through the trees, Bigfoot ain't got shit on me nigga
25/8, going

steady losing why not switch the game
Don't get played by the rules no they ain't playing fair
I'm bringing something with me if we gotta take it there

of foals
Coal eyes
Mesmerized by my basilisk thighs
Forlorn core was brew!
Move my team by dream floods
Watch us buy the blood
Flow of lambs
Sanitized

dimes
Benz turtle van
She just caught my eye
And walked by
Enter thru kitchens man
We gotta escape the long lines
I bought a zippy zip
We ordering drinks

The year is one, nine, eight to the four
Cus world leaders are waging a war
Called Shock and Awe for rapid world dominance
They´re lockin´jaws -

Turn into Killaz

Prophet Posse

Body Parts

1998

a
40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out of socket
Rang range range
(Prophet posse my

Grandfather died when I was 8
Now I hate when they speak, nobody can rap and,
All they do is mumble so that no one can relate
I'm humble, but I wanna be

think
You selling the brick
Now they taking the brick
I be taking your bitch
She be taking the dick, get a 8 in the kit
Now I'm lazy as shit
White body

school
Thing is I'm not dumb
Nigga I am not a fool
Bitch I'm stubborn
And I only go by my own rules
But I run it up got some bands for me and you
I was

Tryna escape it with sports, hopin' they win the Heisman
By any means, I'm chasin' a different dream
I could buy eight cars
I make a million

life that you fight! All in the name of your name, but an 8 year old sees every other name as the same. Why should yours be excluded? They lost heart

that nigga in the big ass bracelet?
Ayo, looking like a Margiela model at the Guggenheim (ah)
Turned three to eight, that shit too divine (width)

to the dead, no board, no ouija
Two pills got me lifted up
Rest in peace to my nigga Paps, we used to ride around with the semi tucked
By my agent, come

the red eight? 

Anotha shook nigga drivin, keepin his head straight 

When the L start rollin niggaz get they cell stolen 

Drinkin and blowin

ain't loyal
Saw my parents pinch pennies to lose it all regardless
Taught me live today cause tomorrow ain't promised
Saw my neighbors get robbed by

the clouds is where we're meant to exist 


Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds 
Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds 




MIDDLE-EIGHT 


I've been out and drinking
I've

Ayo Spitty what time is it?
24 hours to live Manny the young Ma$e
24 seconds on the clock I hit the pump fake
24 on my back one day I was eight